I stayed for a night in early January 2012 for $76.99. This was very reasonable for the clean, comfortably sized room and well-fitted (and generously towelled) ensuite which I was offered.

I was greeted by a pleasant receptionist, who unpatronisingly imparted the usual check-in spiel and genuinely made me feel welcome. It is worth noting, I am a thin, pale and dishevelled-looking man.

Some will be grateful to hear that breakfast is available from 06.30 onwards. If you have plans on an early morning excursion to Sequioa National Park, such an early breakfast service is invaluable. I failed to realise my own early bird ambitions, but luckily I was able to catch breakfast at the tail-end of the serving time, i.e., 09.30. Far from being eyed resentfully when I quietly slipped in at a table at the last minute, I was asked if I needed anything. The host was refreshingly congenial. Hot scrambled egg and bacon were still available in plentiful supply, even then. There was a decent selection of cereals, toast, juice, tea, coffee, whole fruit, and pastries.

I checked-out without fuss. There was nothing to complain about. Wi-Fi worked fine. Upon leaving, the staff/management (one of whom was on their way to the Park) obliged—without hesitation—when I asked a luggage related favour. At the risk of being prudish, I'll remain vague about what I mean lest others take advantage. (I know, now you really want to know!) Suffice it to say, this kind of courtesy is all too uncommon in modern hotelling.

Then again, after visiting the park, I stopped by to wait for a taxi. I was offered a seat in the lobby and told I could use the internet! I didn't even have to hide my freeloading ways! Sheraton Gateway LAX, take note! (Okay, their lobby Wi-Fi was free too, but they charged through the nose for "in-room" Wi-Fi... tshh.)

All in all, I recommend.

PS. Unless you're a professional racing cyclist, don't attempt to cycle to Sequoia National Park from anywhere in Three Rivers. It's only around 5 miles to the gate, but it's uphill. It took me almost 90 minutes and left my legs like spaghetti. I knew my brilliant plan to go all the way to General Sherman was dead in the water when the ranger at the gate informed me that it was another 19 miles and over 4,000ft higher to get to it. I hitched a ride, by the way, and got there, thanks to some generous folk inside the park. They were the exception though. The park is quiet in winter, although there was no snow on the roads this year.